Every Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts has their own specific textbooks and teaching methods, and few will dare to question them - the only warrior who has questioned it, Umbridge, has already been in prison and has repented of the first half of her life, after the Great War. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is worth mentioning that even in the unscientific wizarding world, there are a large number of unbelievers who challenge the curse left by the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned in the legend - Dumbledore was able to recruit a one-time Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher every year, so we can collectively name the cause of these people - why are there so few foreigners。。。。。。

Here, although Alan was full of respect for the unbelieving professor in front of him and couldn't suppress the urge to offer flowers, this did not affect Alan in the slightest to open the magic book called "Common Self-Defense Techniques", although all the professors fell to the ground unanimously, but I have to admit that they all have unique strength.

Even Lockhart, a parallel bargain, has a Forgetfulness Charm that is the best in the wizarding world, and Umbridge's old batspirit is even more proficient in curses and everything else - a single piece of parchment shows how talented she is at torturing people。。。。。。。

As for the rest, Snape and Lupin don't need to say much, Crouch Jr., who pretends to be Moody, is also outstanding, seventh year Amycus Caro, that is, the successor of Harry that year, is Voldemort's handpicked Death Eater, as for the remaining Professor Quirrell, we can call him Quirrell and Voldemort co-professor。。。。。。

Incidentally, the only two of the seven warriors survived were the insane Harrot and the lifeless Umbridge - after the death of the Dementors, the prison guards became wizards, and it is conceivable what kind of abuse she would have suffered according to the urine she had tortured Muggle wizards back then.

To get back to the point, the freshmen were thrilled to hear that they needed a wand - spells that could attack or defend were more prized than fertilizing magical potions, boiling potions of potion, or trying to make feathers float or change the shape of matches.

In a sense, the burly professor didn't disappoint them very much, for the first spell they were taught was a common offensive spell - a lot of obstacles.

After explaining in detail how to pronounce the incantation, the professor shouted in a voice that could infect almost everyone: "As we know, an attack can occur at any time, and this is the time to test your reflexes!"

"So, next, meet our adorable classroom assistant, the big-eared fruit bat!"

He jerked open the red cloth from the cage, revealing the restless little ones inside—a group of silvery-white bats almost half the length of their bodies, with long white fluff growing in their ears, almost like stuffed animals.

"Hoho, this is a bunch of nimble little ones, your goal is to get the next one, of course, four of you, after all, it's too hard for your spells to hit them - in fact, if you can shoot them, I'll pass you. ”

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, although these cute little creatures don't attack humans, but in order to make it a little easier for you, I deliberately fed them enough fresh fruit beforehand, so it will produce a little bit of vice-president. ”

"Well, then, have a good day!"

With that, the professor, who had not yet had time to introduce himself, opened the huge birdcage in his hand, and walked a few steps to the door, where he could prevent disobedient people from flying out, and for this purpose, he summoned a silver-white film of light at the door of the classroom - but Alan felt that even without this magic, he could have blocked the door by himself.

Looking at the bats flying in the sky, Alan casually issued an obstacle spell - unlike other students who started from scratch, he understood those spells that did not require much magic almost instantly, because his magic power was far more abundant than that group of students, and his experience was far higher than that of the new students, and the system gave him more than just skills.

However, to his surprise, the bat he was aiming at was still flying over the classroom, and the spell didn't even hurt its hair.

"Nice spell, Hufflepuff plus five points - but, as you can see, a spell that doesn't hit is no different from not putting it, kid, keep it up!" The voice came from the professor who had been staring, and he was now leaning against the door, smiling at the students who had started to catch bats - the only downside was that even when he was leaning against the door, he still occupied two-thirds of the door, and he didn't feel that handsome at all.

While Allen was trying to improve his hit, several of the others finally managed to cast their magic - earning them four, three, two, and one point, respectively.

In the end, Alan finally predicted the flight path of a little guy who had been attacked many times and flew a little slower, and a precise spell smashed into the poor guy, and then, without a snap, fell to the ground - the professor's spell caught the guy who was freed early, and then, still unconscious, it returned to the cage under the control of the spell.

"Perfect, it's a nice game, Hufflepuff plus ten!" the professor was slightly agitated, and Alan was invited out of the classroom - it is worth mentioning that neither the twin brothers nor Allen's roommates were willing to enjoy the fruits of the mission, and they insisted on taking down the flying bats on their own.

However, they then began to regret their recklessness in refusing - shortly after Allen came out, the previously fed creatures began another important sport of their bat career, second only to mating and eating, excretion.

This made Alan look frightened when he watched from the side, obviously this sequelae was not as simple as the professor who had been smiling all the time said, which made him vaguely a little scared, because at this time there were not only bats flying in the sky, but also flying in the sky。。。。。。

Maybe the older students have some spell to stop, but for their freshmen - hehe, house-elves, you've worked hard.

However, Alan has nothing to fear, in fact, even if he failed to hit the bats at that time, he could release a range of lightning to stun those bats, but killing a bunch of them at once was neither helpful nor easy to explain for his strength improvement.

As for now, hehe, students, come on!!